Sally agreed that was a worthwhile reason. Sally slept through most of it.Is the cure sometimes worse than the disease? I’m not wishing I had gone f...shing instead, if that’s your real question. Except for missing Sally, life is pretty good.There is much to relate.First, before you ask, Sally still exists, just simpler, not in her original form. Feeling relieved? Before I explain what has happened to Sally, I want to explain what has happened to me. Unconscious Sally won’t mind my usurping. . you used to have some sneakers, but you've found you like boots better. You like to be different.But you think about someone else. Not your ex-girlfriends; you saw them because they were easy and did what you came for. You're single. You aren't thinking of your parents either; they're good and you have no complaints, it's just they talk to you like they're your boss at work, which you think you get enough of.You think of your best friend, Arlen Rochter. Like you, he's tall- maybe an inch. “Move your left foot about 12 inches higher than your left Julie, that’s it, now open your legs up and relax”. It seemed surreal for Julie as her legs were open and this man was snapping pics. But she knew enough to know that from the angle he was shooting, he couldn’t see up her skirt.Ed continued shooting, giving little encouragements and instructions as be carefully moved to the right. “hold it, don’t move and inch the light is perfect”. Before she knew it Ed had a perfect view up Julie’s. She groans as inch after inch slides into her, until her ass hits my groin again.I hold it there deep for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of her hot, wet tube around my hard pole, as the tip butts up against her cervix, until I start to shaft her, slowly at first, with long deep strokes. As I fuck her, I look down at her with her dark hair, pale skin, a long back slimming into her narrow waist and a tight round ass that is slapping against my groin. I am feeling rampant now, so I start to.